Post by spike on Apr 30, 2010 16:58:49 GMT -6
He groaned as he walked into the light of day. This was one reason he was ShadowClan: he preferred the darkness of night. He flicked his ears with irritation at the call of his name. He was in no mood to deal with such things like a patrol. He wanted nothing more than to eat a piece of prey and then wait for his four kits to arrive in camp.
But it wasn't meant to be. Runningfrost had called him in for a hunting patrol. Foxfur tested his claws first. Front paws... back paws... yep, they worked. Then he arched his back and shook away the drowziness that accompanied the morning. He slunk over to the center of camp. He licked his muzzle hungrily but he thought back to his kits. There shoul dbe prey ready for when my kits arrive, he thought.
Wow, these darn kits were really changing him from the inside out. He shook his head and walked over to Fogpatch. "Let's hurry up and get out of here," he growled. Morning was always a bad time of day for him. Any smart cat knew to avoid him at this moment.
Runningfrost looked over towards Oakstorm and shrugged his shoulders. "You can go along, Oakstorm. As long as you bring back prey, of course. Shrewfang, you lead the patrol, okay?"
The deputy turned away and stalked off. He wanted to find a few warriors and possibly talk about these in coming kits. He turned for the medicine cat den with Paleflower in mind. Her kits were about the same age as Foxfur's kits, weren't they? He figured that she would be the perfect surrogate to them. Not to mention he wanted to discuss Dusk-kit and Tawnykit. Those poor things... He figured that it would give him something to do anyways.